The Healer Banished From The Party, In Fact, Is The Strongest

Dim, cave-like place surrounded by rocks, upper labyrinth.

"Ha, ha,"

One male adventurer was running as if fleeing something, in an apparently narrow passage, compared to things such as its lower layers and the deep, so-called middle layers in the upper layers.

The running speed of that adventurer, wrapped in thin leather armor, is constantly away, which shows that he has more physical enhancement skills than speed enhancement.

At that adventurer's running speed, it would be easy to even wrap around the warcraft present in the upper layers, or, on the contrary, the middle-level warcraft.

Looking at his fatigue, it's clear that he's been running for a long time, and it's not strange to think he would have wound up the earliest, even if he was being chased by something if he was normal.

"Shit! Shit!

... But still, that adventurer never loosened his legs.

The adventurer was not fatally wounded to the body, but suffered quite a deep wound to the arm. Every time I run, I get new blood from that wound.

As it is, it will also be a matter of time before this adventurer can run with anaemia.

As it shows, the face of the adventurer covered by the beard is blue-white.

"Ha, ha."

But still, the adventurer never slowed down his running speed.

The adventurer nevertheless runs despite the fact that the limits are close.

...... as if trying to escape an invisible fantasy.

"Why are you doing this?"

What was floating in the face of a desperate running adventurer was the emotion of fear.

"I'm a middle-class adventurer!

While running, the adventurer shouts out as he manages to delude his fears.

But such a cry never worked as the adventurer thought it would.

".................. Huh!

... because once again the adventurers were noticed by the heterogeneity of a certain existence that attacked their party and killed their people.

At that moment, the tension of the adventurer, who has so far escaped heartlessly, is interrupted, with all sorts of emotions and thoughts intruding in his head.

Sadness that my people were killed.

Loss of confidence that you are a mid-level adventurer.

Pain in the wound that has distracted my consciousness until now.

─ ─ And fear of the Warcraft who kicked their own party, which is the middle class, in just one piece.

Those emotions erupt all at once, and the adventurer with his head buried lacks attention to his surroundings.

"Damn!"

At the next moment, the adventurer had his feet taken by the outpouring of the labyrinth and had fallen in abundance.

The fallen adventurer hits that foot against a hard stone on the ground and groans.

The adventurer's leg was hurt bone or in terrible pain because of the momentum he had fallen with which he was running at all costs.

"Huh!"

......... the moment I realized I couldn't walk well with that pain, my blood drew from the adventurer's face.

I can't do anything about it, although adventurers hold such thoughts.

With a healer at the party, adventurers who stopped carrying magic drugs had no means to fix that leg at the moment.

The adventurer dyes his face in despair about it.

"Oh, that one!

It was then that I realized I had a transfer formation on my side.

Despair disappears from the face of the adventurer, and hope floats.

It may take some time, but I can still get back on the ground.

That way, I can tell the Adventurer Guild what's happening now.

With such relief, the adventurer tries to crawl towards the transition formation.

"Gigi"

"... Huh?

... but at the next moment, a green hand stretched out of the side holding back the adventurer's behavior.

When he was pulled over, the adventurer didn't know what had happened in the first place, and so on.

But the moment I see the green hand that grabs me, I understand the identity of the being that held me back, and I float despair in its face.

"Gi, Gaga"

It was Hobgoblin, the upper level warcraft who distorts his mouth to mock himself, who entered the eyes of a dreaded retrospective adventurer.

Mockery, it's an emotional expression that Warcraft is not supposed to take, and adventurers finally understand the heterogeneity of it.

... Hobgoblin grabbing his own shoulder, that it was that unusual individual who killed his own people.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

At that moment, the adventurer screams desperately.

Hobgoblins are warcraft that normal adventurers should be able to defeat easily.

But the adventurer understood that the hobgoblin in front of him was the exception.

Whatever it is, this hobgoblin has the strength to lightly destroy ourselves, which was a middle class party.

Adventurers cry out desperately for help.

... but the voice never reaches anyone.

"Ahhh!

The kind of voice that asks someone for help, it keeps moving away.

... At the end of the day, it broke off in a pompous way.